Sad town, sleeping people   This is the gloomy side of my head   When I think about the way of survive   Nobody looks at the leaves   So, it will become gray   Somebody looks at the colour of skin   But that colour can't change      This is the sad society song   I'm afraid to learn how to be strong   Our glory, the glory of human race   Is as dirty as the rat race      I killed a part of the little girl on me   To tolerate every defect of humanity   That I discover every day   This race underdeveloped is blind   And pretends to possess a consciousness      This is the sad society song   I'm afraid to learn how to be strong   Our glory, the glory of human race   Is as dirty as the rat race      Sad day, the sun refuses to wake up   Now, it's the moment we have to pay   Not enough to apologize, and now it's too late   Where are they those who have killed   They have to pay for our desolution   Where are they those who are killing today   Who make children born in desolation   The fullness of my desolation   My pain fed with frustration